"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
A fresh coat of snow can't wash away the dirty pile underneath.A filthy mound of what used to be,Turned into ice now melting away,Seeping into the porous concrete.Sewers and subway vents.Soil we often forget to care for in a city too busy to think twice about its own actions… Still.Youthful souls are allowed to roam... Continue Reading →
Fruits of labor ripen when your frantic fingertips quit cherrypicking,On the basis of a sweettooth that never knows what is good for itself.Sometimes,Our hands must get dirtied by grinding through what we fear most.Facing what's scariest to our heart no matter how much faster it begins to beat.Smearing your palms in pine tar,Picking up that... Continue Reading →
Our sunshine beamed, Against his luminous smile, The minute "It" died...
This time,His stomach growled like a Lion salivating in front of his wounded prey.His response?"Maybe,Someone would be kind enough to grant me a plate,Later on today..."Didn't have many ways to eat,Nor have a chance to reach REM sleep in such a long time.Hopping from a bench,To the next,Just asking for a penny,Quarter,Nickel or a dime.Residing... Continue Reading →
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